Hello Halo, Goodbye Glands

Hello to my halo,

Goodbye to my glands,

You can move a mountain with a book of plans.

You can't break a heart with my birthday wish.

You can't make a wave in a petri dish.Tell them,

We think they're starving.

Tell them,

We think they're deaf.

Tell them,

We've seen them carving curse words into their desks.

Tell them,

That I'm a liquid.

Tell them,

It's been a gas.

Tell them,

They're frozen solid just behind the looking glass.The mirror just flat,

The mirror's just glass,

Into the mirror let's try not to pass.